Bianjing little doctor

This mountain forest seems to have no end, and the steep stone wall is more like a ladder with nowhere to climb. They are trapped in it, walking in it, with nowhere to go, nowhere to escape. I know how many somersaults I have fallen...

Xin Yi was terrified, but he didn't say anything, every time he gritted his teeth and got up, carrying her on his back and continuing to walk.

When the feet are dead, use your hands.

Walk and climb, climb and walk.

He was so numb with scars all over his body, but he smiled every time he looked back.

"God's will tricks people. This catastrophe is also God's test for you and me. Eleven, you have to be stronger."

Xin Yi doesn't want to let him down, and has been working hard to be strong.

Strongly feel that the passing of life is like a river going away, and I can't control myself.

She didn't want to cry, but her tears were disobedient.

So, she cried and laughed, and that appearance broke Fu Jiuqu's heart to the extreme.

"Don't cry, Eleven, don't cry." Fu Jiuqu quickly untied Xin Yi from his body, hugged her and sat on the rock, trying to wipe her tears while asking her about her injuries.

"Is it very painful? Eleven, hold on a little longer... we will be able to go out soon."

Xin Yi shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Fool, I don't hurt."

Xin Yi was not crying because of the pain, but because of Fu Jiuqu's sadness, because Fu Jiuqu was so kind to her...

He shouldn't have had to suffer this.

The king of Guangling County, who is dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, was born rich and noble. Even if natural disasters, man-made disasters and wars continue, how will it affect him to tune strings and play music, walk in the waterside pavilions, smoke willows and draw boats, and enjoy the prosperity of Bianjing?
Now, Xin Yi's legs can no longer walk, many bones in his body are broken, and his internal organs seem to be displaced, his life is hanging by a thread.In fact, Fu Jiuqu was not much better, but he had practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he had a foundation in martial arts. When he fell off the cliff, he was blocked by a horse and a branch, which saved his life.

But Xin Yi knew that if he dragged on like this.

If she couldn't live, Fu Jiuqu would die too.

"Don't cry on Eleventh." Fu Jiuqu had never seen Xin Yi cry before. This scene of tears made him flustered, and he didn't know what to do for a while, and his voice was flustered like a babble.

"I know you're in pain, let's bear with it, shall we bear with it?"

He gently stroked Xin Yi's leg bones, his slender hands trembling constantly.

With such an injury, the pain must be so piercing...

"You can't stand the pain, just bite me, bite me hard, okay?"

"I don't hurt." Xin Yi raised his arm with difficulty and touched Fu Jiuqu's face.

"Brother Jiu, I'm not leaving. Let's stop and talk, shall we?"

Fu Jiuqu frowned, looking sideways at the dense and lush forest.

"You're hurt so badly, we can't delay any longer...go! I'm going behind your back, we must go out and find the doctor as soon as possible..."

"I know my body." Xin Yi didn't know where the strength came from, grabbed Fu Jiuqu's arm, and stubbornly prevented him from carrying him on his back, his eyes long sincerely.

"I just want to talk to you, okay?"

Besides, she was afraid that she would have no chance.

Life is alive, how it comes and goes, she is still indifferent to life and death, but she can't bear to part with this man.

Thinking of leaving him, thinking that he would turn black, thinking that he would die of illness, Xin Yi felt distressed and heartbroken.

Fu Jiuqu was silent for a moment, then sat down and hugged her.

"What do you want to say?"

Xin Yi moved her dry lips, clearly full of words to say, but unable to do so.

She was too weak, too tired, her body was too painful, and her breathing was a little heavier, as if she would die at any moment...

"I'm not from this world..."

Fu Jiuqu took a tight breath.

"What stupid things are you talking about? Are you not a human, or are you a ghost?"

He lightly took out a handkerchief from his arms, and wiped off the sweat from Xin Yi's forehead.

Xin Yi couldn't sit still, his whole body was leaning against the tree trunk with Fu Jiuqu's support, his eyes were swollen, and the corners of his eyes were full of bruises...

She knew she must be ugly, so she forced a smile.

"Ghost must be much prettier than me..."

"Nonsense." Fu Jiuqu stared into her eyes, "No one is more beautiful than you."

Xin Yi opened and closed his mouth, wanted to laugh, but couldn't, his voice was faint and shallow, "I was originally a Chinese medicine practitioner..."

Fu Jiuqu: "I know."

Xin Yi shook his head strenuously, "I am not a Chinese medicine practitioner in your world, I come from another dimension, the space that created your world... I am in that space, and I am a Chinese medicine practitioner in the planning team. So, you can clear?"

Fu Jiuqu: "Planning?"

Xin Yi: "The one who makes up the story."

Fu Jiuqu pursed his lips tightly and looked at her.

"I know it's hard for you to understand..."

Before today, Xin Yi had actually performed countless times in his mind to confess to Fu Jiuqu.But when this day really came, she found it difficult to speak when the words came to her lips.

Too cruel.

How can I tell him...

His world is fictional.

Is he just a virtual character?

He is not even like his emperor's uncle, his princess's wife, unlike Di Qing, Nong Zhigao, or even a real historical figure like Cao Yi.

"In history, there is no Fu Jiuqu."

"All of this is like your Goulan Washeri Zaju, or Guzi Ci... like "Mulian Saves Mother" and "Yingying Biography"... some of the people and things in the stories are true, and some are fabricated Yes. I am a member of the planning team who fabricated the story, and I am in charge of the part related to traditional Chinese medicine in the story.”

Xin Yi explained the things in that world to Fu Jiuqu in a way that was as close as possible to Fu Jiuqu's life, one by one, one by one, without any concealment.

Fu Jiuqu didn't interrupt from the beginning to the end, he listened carefully and watched carefully, his eyes were gloomy and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It was only when he heard Xin Yi inexplicably transmigrated into this world and became Miss Zhang that he slowly raised the corners of his lips and asked abruptly:

"Is there Miss Zhang? In history, is there any Miss Zhang?"

"Yes." Xin Yi said with difficulty.

"So, you're all real except me?"

Fu Jiuqu is a wise man, and it is not difficult to understand the whole story of this treacherous incident.

Even, he accepted it faster and more calmly than Xin Yi expected.

Facing his gaze, Xin Yi's scalp tingled.

"Have……"

"Miss Zhang, without me. Who would it be?"

"I don't know." Xin Yi said truthfully, "Miss Zhang is a famous doctor, one of the four major female doctors. Her husband's surname is Zhang, and her life cannot be tested."

Fu Jiuqu smiled indifferently, his cold eyes were darker than the moonlight.

"Then I'm really lucky... I have nothing to gain, nothing to lose, a cycle of life, and there is no me in the world."

"Ninth brother..." Xin Yi's throat tightened, and his body and mind ached for a while.

There was a smile on the corners of Fu Jiuqu's lips, and he didn't give Xin Yi a chance to speak, his eyes were like sharp hooks, trying to pierce into her soul.

"So, you know about my illness, about the shipwreck at the bottom of the Bian River, about Maqianzi and Duluxiang, about everything in this world, and even about how the Great Song Dynasty will perish..."

"Yes." Xin Yi smiled awkwardly, and a burst of sadness suddenly welled up in his heart.

"There is one thing that I haven't told you...your illness was actually designed by me...by myself."